My sister found this picture of Dad and me, taken in Repulse Bay in Hong Kong. We four kids don’t have many pictures of Dad…he was usually the one behind the camera.
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Sweet picture.
I'm usually the one taking the pictures too.
My dad's dementia/Alzheimer's was a slow process, about 8 years. I remember asking my dad for 'advice' about my life, about two years into his memories problems. He lived in Florida and I only saw him once a year, so I didn't know how much his mind had deteriorated. After I asked him that question, he just looked at me and said, "I am sorry. I cannot help you. I am just like a little child." Of course, he meant he could not process information rationally. He knew he was incapacitated! At that moment I realized I had lost my 'Dad.'
During the last few years we had no conversations, or should I say none longer than 10 seconds: he couldn't process the last 10 seconds into long term memory. But we sang songs like "I'm Been Working on the Railroad," and rattled off nursery rhymes. I enjoyed even those moments.